Bittersweet Breathalyzer

--for William Michaelian 

To take one's breath 

For granted, does this 

Mean business as usual? 

Or must you 

Stop after each one 

And wonder 

If the next time 

You breathe in, 

You're going to 

Find yourself

Out of breath 

Over the limit 

Again.

 

America, My Country 'Tis Of Thee

To be sure, 

Renne Good is not the first 

Poet to be snuffed out 

By evil,

But by looking 

The other way, we 

Make doubly sure 

She won't be the last.

 

 

Calling All MAGA Boot-Lickers Come Rain Or Shine

Y'all start lickety-split a 

Things-to-do list 

For that top crum- 

Bum of yours and don't

 

Stop even if you run 

Out of saliva

 

For the spit- 

Shine 

That comes after,

Right on time.

 

 

Chorus Of Cicadas

We are here to help you 

Remember together how

 

The wind shapes 

The pines and to hear 

With the approaching 

Twilight, the song

 

Of our longing all ready 

Set to disappear.

 

 

Elusive Illusion

Illustrious as ever 

An unforgettable image is, 

This one was also so 

Riviting it took forever 

To reappear--see us? 

We're still, waiting here.